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RUHLEBEN - july 1915 

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Ruhleben Bye-Election 

lonely sandy waste, 13 longitude, 53 latitude, 
infested by a number of four-footed beasts, which, 
at certain times during the year were led forth 
to a circular road (around which several stair- 
case-looking erections had been put up) and 
there mounted by a biped of small stature and 
driven, at lightning speed round and round this enclosure, — 
marked the scene of this description of the rise (and we hope — 
speedy fall) of the subject of our history:^ The structures, in 
the shape of wide staircases, were crowded with people at the 
time these beasts were driven round the circle, many coming 
to this fateful spot with richly-lined purses but leaving it 
downcast and down in the pocket; even up to the present day, 
a short stay there results in the same state of things. 

As time went on, and civilisation sank to such a depth that 
the main object of living was to destroy, and the chief aim of 
existence lay in murder and slaughter, these periodical times 
of excitement grew less frequent and finally ceased altogether. 
Then a strange thing happened — a number of human beings 
arrived, dressed in grey, with shiny hats and sticks which could spit 
fire at the will of the owner. They started counting and arranging 
the abode of the four-footed beasts, commonly known in modern 
times as horses or nags. Shortly after, a few lanky, unshaven, 
forlorn-looking individuals appeared at the gates of this enclosure 
and begged (!) for admission, which was readily granted. And 
thus the peaceful little settlement termed Restlife — because 
the newcomers expected to remain in this delightful spat for 
the rest of their lives — originated. 

It was not long before other long, forlorn-looking crea- 
tures entered. Indeed, as late as September of the year anno 
domini 1914 it was quite a frequent occurrence that numbers 
would arrive daily and joined those already there in the erection 
and enlargement of their new homes. There were foreign elements 
among them, but these gradually grew tired of the lanky ones 
and moved on to seek other places of peace and quiet, away 
from the murderous scenes of civilisation. Days and weeks rolled 
on, and the month of November, with its cheerless and foggy 
days broke upon the villagers of Restlife. They were to ex- 
perience a wonderful miracle in the first week of this month, 
for had not several thousand of these lanky ones heard of this 

thriving and prosperous village and decided to throw in their 
lot with the present citizens? Never do the hospitable beings 
dressed in grey with shiny hats refuse anyone admittance to 
the locality, object though very strongly to the emigration of 
the villagers. The newcomers made themselves at horns and 
the numbers increased daily. And now the village really did 
begin to prosper; for had not the new arrivals brought all their 
trade and handicrafts, their learned ones, their musicians, then- 
actors, their societies and their chiefs with them ! Lo, a mighty 
desire for organisation and committees pervaded the whole village 
and the chiefs assumed command, tied white bands round their 
arms and went forth to conquer and issue decrees to all the 
inhabitants of this great and famous district. Indeed, so famous 
did these wonderful people grow, that news of their skill and 
might was noised abroad throughout the length and breadth of 
the world, even unto the mighty continent of America, which sent 
forth an Ambassador to oversee the interests and rights of 
these villagers. In the first month of the year, one thousand nine 
hundred and fifteen a number of men from all quarters of the 
earth, who had heard of this remarkable place, termed Colonials 
journeyed far to take up dwelling in the village. 

The inhabitants took delight in filling up the puddles in 
their village, in opening shops in a yard they called Bond 
Street, in building up a stage in a cold place under the stair- 
case-Looking erection where people would appear nearly every 
evening before a large crowd of villagers and play the fool, 
or talk nonsense. They loved forming societies, electing com- 
mittees and disbanding them again directly afterwards, building 
wooden huts — if they had plenty of money — trying to play 
pretty tunes to please one another. They even approached 
the chief one of the grey beings with the shiny hats and stated, 
as they were living where the horses used to live, couldn t 
they run round the circular road where these beasts used to 
race. After some time, they grey men allowed them to have half 
of the circle and the villagers used to frolic on this place all day. 

It must also be stated that there were no females among 
the citizens and most of them employed their time knocking 
a ball around with a bit of a stick or other harmless amuse- 
ments. Food was given them by the men in grey, and by people 
who used tc be their friends and relations across the waters, 
who also supplied them with money. The most important beings 
however — or those who thought themselves most important 
— were the so-called chiefs or captains. The villagers held 
these great men in awe and durst do nothing they forbade. 

But why continue the account of this prosperous townlet, 
when we are all sufficiently acquainted with its charms. Suffice 


it to say that the life, as described above, after a long period 
of varied and multifarious experiences, despite the improvements 
in the village, the local gossip termed "Rumours" and other 
remarkable incidents, scarcely satisfied the longings of the 
villagers for more exciting times, and so one of the many thousand 
Societies in the place, termed the "Debating" owing to its 
desire to bait unfortunate individuals on to a platform, to gas 





and relieve their pent up feelings — much to the suffering of 
the listeners — by giving vent to long-winded speeches, decided 
it necessary for a parliament to be formed to represent the 
people — in what way, we would rather not say. But three 
members were proposed, a Mr. Cohen to stand for the Liberals 
in the village — that is, those who desire to give their goods 
away and be liberal with their means; a Mr. Boss, who stood 
for the Conservatives, those are the people who have estates in 
Surrey and drink champagne; and then a Mr. Castang — 


he represented the girls, a kind of female 
being that hid not exist in the village, 
but for whom the worthy inhabitants, 
strange to say, felt a peculiar longing. 
After many long speeches, a great deal 
of noise and terrible deprecations thrown 
at one another by the candidates, the 
time came when the villagers should 
decide whether they would rather have 
an estate in Surrey with champagne, 'beer 
to give away, or girls and — er — 
nothing else. Every available space was 
usecl for posting up weird-looking posters, 
teeming with red, blue and violet paint, 
many stated in flaming letters that 
wonderful things were in store for the 
villagers, who worked themselves into such 
a pitch of ecstasy, that when one of the candidates appeared 
before them, they would yell and shout and chant a humdrum 
kind of song. Of course, this state of affairs could not 
exist in modern times, now that civilisation has permeated 
the earth and men have grown wise, but such were conditions 
at that period of this world's history. 

After this confusion and excitement had lasted for many 
days the time had come for the villagers to decide which of 
the three they wanted as their representative. A number of tin 
boxes with holes cut in the top were placed on a table and 
those who wanted to vote, advanced, made a cross on a slip 
of paper opposite the name of the one they wished to vote for, 
and dropped this slip into the box. The crosses were counted, 
and lo and behold ! — nearly all the villagers had chosen 
the man representing the girls — why, we really cannot imagine ! ! ! 

Now, in conclusion, it might be stated that although we 
voted for our sweethearts and 
wives, nothing further has taken 
place. The honourable member, 
Mr. R. Castang, may represent 
them, but there it ends ; we see 
neither girls nor women, and 
what all the villagers are now 
agitating for is that our re- 
presentative take steps at once 
towards securing for us the most 
coveted of all things — our 
wives and sweethearts — in 
being rather than in represen- 
tation. L, S. 

P&rli&mettt&iy Bye- 

Election 1915 


J)3tyr«a*V Buva,ess«$ of fee aiac'vcnt and WnouraWe Borough rirlaeof 
Iheir members and their importo.nce 1 Vofejo'm% »nd &everalty,are fwfej tforfey and enliikd fcgrigM, 
\w and tradition.fe be v©1f»*cscv»Ved. in fee ttotwe of Cotntnon9,vhere feeir mws.op'mionf and in* 
temts sboutd receive meet sod suitable expression, 

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ViaS Veen and 'thereby AeeWred,vn accordance wife fee laws, usages and customs of* fee t^ealm, 
■0e itV|e«\)i}lnnow\\lha\ three most imatg liege 5ttt>jecis, to wit: 

fltexand 1&055 l ^si|.tJerjtWt«a'n l tW;v\dmay1Par^,5urYetj ) 

forset CoVi6n,€5t|wrc,^%r,1%tJtWe.5l:er l and 

Viave bean dulu and ptopertg named end. nominated as Candidate for fee Satd repre5m< 
\a\ion of this ancient and honourable Eorottflh. 

fttrthtr.wiA'm c<mj«qu.nee hereof be tt^owu.fWst.thattViarefeu decWe and order that tbeferee atow. 
Said Candidates do present themseW inperson at a meeting of tWe gmrgesses of there, 
noirned fcorouflh *» ffcVAaben Tenru Vfctt on Tuesday half past 
5e<en of ihe doc\,wfetTO feey &beiy&V. ettdue form and ceremongunfotd and e^ound tbeir 
re&nectvre Programmes and rU«ics;seco™%tht frorn the «prn«g of HWne-sd^Julg 
28vh,u«U\ hat? past \\jne onthe night of ^ndagflucjugUnd.fee Said Candidates snoutduse, 
etnwtoy and exerc've* aU lawful meamS end methods vifeir» feeir power(subject to fee bga- 
\aWS,pro*-'\sione,and limitations of IhelPartiamentary l|cVFvcAi*,8«tII!>ap.mi' 1 jj w a,p,andi andeufycr 
UVceWiSeto the Vge-taws and regulation* intVee in the borough)to 
retain the support and SuftVages of their feAW-Burgesses;and thirdtg and lastlu.ibat fee 
PoWmg, shall tet£* place onTuesdag,^ug^st3r4,19tS,fromS3ntmt1ieforen»t>nuritUTvb 
in the after-noon .-Giren under «ng* ttand and Seat on thie Twentieth dag of Julu,in the gear 


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LIKE all great ideas, the idea of having a Parliamentary 
Bye-Election in the Ruhleben Camp came in a flash. It 
was conceived by the Committee of the Ruhleben Debating 
Society, which has displayed so much energy and ingenuity in 
securing the public discussion of many important and unimportant 
questions which we have plenty of time here to meditate upon. 
Bold and impracticable as the idea first seemed it was found 
to be capable of realisation as soon as it was carefully examined, 
and those who were at first sceptical about it, gradually became 
most enthusiastic. Why should not the. British inhabitants of 
Ruhleben have a Member of Parliament of their own ? In 
numbers they formed a Borough which was at least equal to 
many of the Boroughs in the British Isles; and, as far as the 
personal importance of many of the inhabitants was concerned, 
they certainly embodied a sum of influence, intelligence, and 
public spirit, fully deserving of Parliamentary recognition. And 
why should the slight difficulty of the transport of the member 
to the House be considered ? We have enough troubles hepe, 
without considering such minor questions. It was, of course, 
argued by the sceptical spirits, that the candidates would have 
nothing to speak about, since they could not say anything about 
that which interested us most. But when were parliamentary can- 
didates ever in difficulty as to what they should say in order 
to get elected ? It was, therefore, felt, that in Ruhleben too 
there would be no lack of topics or questions of the day upon 

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f Promise, you 

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what the Can- 
didates and their 

would be able 
to talk to their 
heart's content. 
Before any 
practical steps 

were taken, 
however, it was 
thought necess- 
ary to secure 
the permission 
of the military 
authorities for 
the holding of 
the Election, as 
it was antici- 
pated that the 
campaign might 
give rise to i 
some exciting 

and tumultuous scenes. Mr. Israel. Cohen, to whom the scheme of the 
Election is due, obtained the consent of the authorities, who agreed to 
open-air meetings taking place and also granted the use of 
two boiler-houses as committee-rooms. A small organising com- 
mittee was formed to determine the general lines upon which the 
campaign should be conducted, as it was necessary that the total 
expenses should not exceed the grant of 200 Marks from the 
Entertainments Committee — a sum which, for the first time 
in the history of British political elections, was found quite 
adequate to cover all the known and unknown outlay of three 
rival candidates. Such are the blessings of the simple life to 
which we have been reduced. It was decided that the three 
candidates should stand respectively in the interests of the 
Conservative, Liberal and Woman Suffrage causes, and the gentle- 
men chosen for these arduous positions were Mr. Alexander 
Boss as the Conservative, Mr. Israel Cohen as the Liberal, 
and Mf. Reuben Castang as the protagonist of women's rights. 
But before a Borough could have a Parliamentary representa- 
tive, it must have a Mayor, and hence, as it would have taken 
too much time to institute a preliminary election of a Borough 
Council, which might choose its Mayor, the organising committee 
took the law into its own hand and appointed as Mayor and 
Returning Officer Mr. Walter Butterworth, who has been 
dangerously near occupying a real Mayoral — or rather Lord 
Mayoral chair. 


The first intimation that the general public had of the 
projected Election was in the form of a big proclamation, 
which set forth with all due circumstance and circumlocution the 
nature of the forthcoming campaign. The proclamation, 
attractively written in Gothic characters, crowned by the Ruh- 
leben coat of arms, and adorned at tli3 base by an imposing 
red seal, attracted eager crowds from early morn until late at 
night, and soon the inhabitants of the entire Borough, throwing 
all rumours to the wind (where they belong) devoted their 
conversation to the coming Election. In boxes and in lofts, 
in the hot-water line, the parcel line, in the theatre and on the 
cricket-ground, the one dominating theme, overshadowing all 
speculations about an early release, was the Election. Particular 
amusement was aroused by the Coat of Arms, designed by Mr. 
Molyneaux, which embodied all the symbols and tokens of Ruh- 
leben life : quarterings, dinner-bowl, black loaf, sausage and 
clog; supporters, a rat and a mouse; motto: "Dum spiro spero" 
(Whilst I breathe I hope), and as the crown and summit of 
all, the familiar British check cap. 

The next stage in the preparation was the conversion of the 
two boiler-houses into Committee-rooms. Mr. Cohen and his 
agent, Mr. Dannhorn, took possession of the boiler-house between 
Barracks 3 and 4, and affixed on the outside such a large notice 
"Liberal Committee Room (only the initials in red ink, as the 
poor artist had run out of this colour) that all who passed stared 
and rubbed their eyes. As a protest against this, some inmates 
of the loft of Barrack 3, who held select card-parties under the 
adjoining shed and feared that their thoughts might be disturbed, 


\Vc Mayo?, 

promptly chalked on the 
front of the shed: "Inde- 
pendent Labour Party". But 
a wag inserted the little word 
"of" between "Independent" 
and "Labour" and thus cor- 
rectly summed up the real \ 
character of this party. 
Mr. Boss and his agent, 
Mr. Briggs, took possession 
of the other available boiler- 
house, behind Barrack 7, and 
lost no time in adorning it 
with a large inscription; 
"Conservative Committee- '■;, ', 

Room . As these boiler- ■ ' • ..". _i 

houses had never been 

designed by the architect for use as political committee-rooms, 
and were filled with a lot of miscellaneous rubbish, both agents had 
literally to perform some spade-work before the rooms became 
fit for the important literary and artistic activity that was going 
to take place within their walls during the next eight days. The 
Liberal agent also adorned his committee-room with two red flags 
fixed above the roof, so that all the followers of the Liberal 
cause might see the familiar standard from afar and hasten to give 
their aid. But as it was feared that the bulls in an adjoining 
field might shy, it was decided to haus the standard down and 
cut up the cloth into button-hole favours. The woman Suffrage 
agent, Mr. Pearce, was not satisfied with the dilapidated shed 
near Barrack 4, which fell to him as Committee-room as the result 
of the toss, and, after vainly trying to secure the Casino and 
Captains' Office, gratefully accepted the loan of the Phoenix Club, 
that cosy retreat with green palings between Barracks 5 and 6. 
The formal adoption of the candidates took place at a crowded 
meeting in the Town Hall on Tuesday evening, July 27. Although 
the proceedings were not to begin until eight o'clock, all the parts 
of the Hall were already occupied at a quarter past seven, and 
even the most assiduous patrons of the Tuesday Promenade 
Concerts forewent half of the programme in order to secure a 
good seat The platform, draped with red curtains, was occupied 
by three candidates, their supporters, who were so numerous even 
before a single speech had been delivered that they literally covered 
the whole area of the enlarged stage. Each candidate was flanked 
and backed by his respective party-men, so that there was little 
chance of the antogomsts coming into personal contact with one 
another. Mr. Boss, on the right, never looked so aristocratic in 



Estate in Surrey. 


his life as he did on that mo- 
mentous evening. His burly and 
dominating figure made him look 
like a veritable lord of the land; 
his moustache had been waxed 
by his favourite hair-dresser into 
a couple of needle-points, calcul- 
ated to kill both rivals; the fold 
of his blue tie covered his ex- 
pansive breast; whilst through his 
monocle be gazed in a patronising 
and self - assured air upon the 
serried throng below. Mr. Boss 
and his chief supporters, had 
adorned their button-holes with 
blue ribbon, to which was attached 
a blue oval disk with the legend; 
"Vote for Boss '. 

Cn the left sat the Suffrage 
Candidate, attended and exhorted 
by both male and female suppor- 
ters. Although it was known that 
Mr. Castang was the candidate, 
the appearance that he presented 
on this evening deceived even some of his most intimate friends, 
for his upper lip, which is usually as clean shaved as a priest's, 
was hidden by a monstrous drooping black moustache, and the 
tip of his nose was suggestive of strawberries in season. He was 
encircled by a galacy, or rather group of suffragettes, whose hats, 
frocks, and faces were calculated to spoil his chances irredeemably. 
But the inhabitants of Ruhleben, having been cut off from all 
feminine intercourse for nearly a year, were actually charmed by 
these suffragette dowdies; and when one of them, who used an 
ear-trumpet to catch the gems of wit from the lips of the Women's 
Canaidate, skittishly lifted her frock and showed a muscular calf 
encased in an open-work stocking, some giggling youths grew 
violently excited and threw her a kiss. As it had been rumoured that 
the suffragettes were to be arrested on a charge of husband-de- 
sertion and might be removed by the police from the platform in 
the middle of the proceedings, Mr. Castang had had them securely 
tied to their chairs and also to the iron col- 
umns supporting the roof, in order that he 
should not be deprived of their inspiring pre- 
sence. Thus secure against all interference, 
the suffragettes uttered their war-cry "Votes for 
Women", ever now and again to the delight of the 


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Parliamentary Election 
Tuesday, Aug. 3 rd , 1915. 



CASTANG represents-. 
England, Home & Beauty. 

When voting, remember the 
dear girls who send the parcels, 
show them we st 11 love and 
remember them, by 


No. 3 on the Ballot-Card. 

"The Last Shall Be First!" 


youths who kept their eyes glued 
on the ladies ankles. 

After the audience had be- 
come accustomed to this strange 
scene Mr. Cohen, his hair curled 
up to the occasion, and his sup- 
porters appeared on the platform, 
and was greeted with an outburst 
of cheering. The Liberal Candi- 
date, who was attired in a khaki 
suit (and thus manifested his con- 
cern for the greatness of the Em- 
pire), came rather late owing to 
the time and trouble that he spent 
upon the folding of his red and 
silk tie, which formed the brightest 
note of colour on the platform. 
He and his supporters also 
wore red rosettes and smiling 
faces, and took up a posi- 
tion between the two other 

Punctually, at the 
stroke of eight, the dap- 
per figure of the Mayor 
of Ruhleben, clad in a 
black robe edged with 
red muslin, and proudly 
wearing a chain of office 
(we don't know which 
office it belonged to), 
stepped with dignified 
yet gracious mien upon 
the platform, and the 
whole meeting accorded 
him a cordial ovation 
Mr. Butterworth, with 
his broad Lancashire 
humour made a suitable 
speech in his best style, 
in which he called 
attention to the flou- 
rishing state of arts 
and sciences, of manu- 
facture and commerce, 


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•CAST^N^ DYES Cohens 

within the confines of the Borough, and more especially 
to the "lofty' development of the local University, and argued, 
with unerring logic and Cobden-like eloquence, that it was only 
right and proper that the people who had suffered for their country 
for so many months and displayed such deeds of heroism every 
dinner-time, should at last be rewarded by having a representative 
of their own in the House of Commons, who would voice their 
wishes and advocate their interests. ("Hear, hear!" and "Votes 
for women!") 

The Mayor then decided that lots should be drawn to deter- 
mine the order in which the candidates and their respective 
supporters should address the meeting. By a strange stroke of fate 
the order turned out to be exactly the same as that indicated on 
the preliminary Proclamation. First, Mr. Tom Sullivan rose to intro- 
duce Mr. Boss, naturally amid loud applause. Mr. Sullivan said 
it afforded him great pleasure to discharge such an important and 
agreeable duty as he had known Mr. Boss for the last 40 years. 
This was a slight exaggeration as the two worthy gentlemen had 
made the acquaintance of each other only last winter. Mr. Sullivan 
then described Mr. Boss's estate in Surrey, which had an area of 
12,000 acres, and which was famous throughout the British Isles 
for the perfection of its cultivation. At this stage the sceptical 
spirits broke forth into that well-known refrain: 

"There was a cow, climbed up a tree, 
O you blooming liar!' — 

which was to be sung and shouted repeatedly during almost all 
the speeches delivered throughout the ensuing campaign. After 


the chorus had died 
down Mr. Sullivan paid 
a further tribute to 
Mr. Boss s excellence 
in all kinds of sports, 
such as racing, boxing, 
hurdle-jumping, skitt- 
les and dominoes, 
and called upon the 
electors to assist him 
in securing the re- 
turn of Mr. Boss at 
the head of the poll. 

Mr. Boss, who 
made the platform 
tremble under his feet 
and was nevertheless 
received with an out- 
burst of cheering, 
assured the electors 
that it would be his 
earnest aim and en- 
deavour to further 
their interests in 
every possible manner. Although naturally modest he con- 
sidered himself the right man to be returned to the House of 
Commons, as he was sure that he could bring about many necessary 
reforms for the improvement of conditions of life in this Borough. 
Having inherited from his father some 2 millions in cash, an estate 
and securities, he felt that they would agree with him that he 
could not spend his fortune in any better way than in making of Ruh- 
leben a model Borough (Hear, hear). He was President of most 
of the philanthropic institutions in the Borough, such as hospitals, 
mothers' home, high schools, &c, and had built at his own expense 
almshouses and other benevolent establishments (Again the refrain, 
"There was a cow, &c. ). He would call attention in Parha- 
excessive taxes on beers and spirits, tobacco and tea, 
try to have these reduced as he considered these 
necessities for the working man; and to compensate for 
revenue he would suggest that a tax be placed on 
mineral waters. He was entirely in sympathy with a business 
Government, and believed that the right man in the right place 
should hold the most important Government posts. He also 
thought that a tax should be imposed upon married men, as the 
State had for years spent vast sums of money upon the education 
of the children of these married men (a Voice: "And unmarried 

ment to the 
and would 
the loss of 

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men! '. Mr. Bess furthermore advocated the construction of an 
electric railway from one end of the Borough to the other, and. 
if elected to Parliament, he would try to get an act passed For 
this purpose. These were a few of the questions that would re- 
ceive his best attention, and he assured the burgesses that if they 
elected him they would never regret the cay they voted for him 
Loud cheers . 

Mr. W . Stern, in rising to introduce Mr. Cohen, said that 
he considered himself the most appropriate person for the task, 
as he. like Mr. Cohen, was a Manchester man and a Liberal, 
and he had known him for the last forty years, although Mr. Cohen 
was really not as old as that. They would notice that whereas 
Mr. Boss looked through a single glass Mr. Cohen looked simul- 
taneously through two glasses: he therefore had a much better 
and wider view of the world, and could consequently arrive at 
a fairer judgment upon all questions of the day. He was con- 
fident that if they elected Mr. Cohen, they would ensure their 

Mr. Cohen, upon rising to unfold his programme, was greeted 
with that time-honoured refrain: "For he s a jolly good fello- 
I J : explained that he had at first hesitated to accept nomination 

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as the Liberal Candidate as he was an exceedingly busy man and he 
feared that his revenue might not be equal to the countless de- 
mands that might be made upon it. But as he had been urged by 
the local Liberal Association, as well as by a number of important 
representative societies, such as the Clog Repairers' Union, the 
Amalgamated Association of Hair- Dressers, the Casino Vintners' 
League, the Band of Hope for Discharged Actresses, the Sock- 
Darners Trade Union, &c, &c, to stand in the Liberal interest 
as a man of the people, he had decided to make a pleasure of 
duty and confidently expected that the electors, being men of in- 
telligence, would, without much persuasion, return him at the head 
of the poll. As an author he had made a profound study of - 
social problems in all parts of the world, and he had come to the 
conclusion that a four- hours day was quite sufficient to supply the 
country with all it needed. That would do away with all un- 
employment, as labour would thus be provided for double the 
number (Cheers). He also thought that old age pensions were 
given much too late: they ought to be granted at least at 40 years 
of age, when men were supposed to be too old for work; and it 

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would thus be possible 
for everybody really to 
enjoy the pension, and 
perhaps to marry on it 
(Laughter and cheers). 
One of the great 
mainstays of British 
social life, as they all 
knew, was beer. He 
proposed that the man- 
ufacture and supply 
of this important bev- 
erage should be mun- 
icipalised, and con- 
veyed into every home 
by a tap, just like 
water. The price 
would thus be reduced 
so considerably as 
practically to amount 
to nothing. (Cries of 
"Free Beer!" "Hear, 
hear.") Continuing, 
Mr. Cohen said that he could not now outline all his proposals, 
but would content himself by referring to the question of com- 
pensation. If returned to the House of Commons he would 
plead for an allowance of £> 1000 per annum for each of them, 
which would about cover the average loss sustained by most of 
the inhabitants in the Borough. (Loud Cheers.) 

The gentleman who introduced the Woman Suffrage Candi- 
date was that famous footballer, Mr. Fred Pentland, who had 
never been suspected of a leaning for politics, least of all, for 
feminine politics. Mr. Pentland said that he had known Mr. 
Castang even since he was in baby-frocks; that Mr. Castang had 
always taken a deep interest in the women (A Suffragette: "Hear, 
hear!'), and that no more fitting person could de discovered to 
represent that women - less electorate. Mr. Castang, he added, 
was the All-England Champion at tiddley-winks, and they could 
therefore be quite confident of his qualifications for Parliament 

Mr. Castang, whose courtly bow to the meeting aroused much 
merriment, said that it was now for the electors of Ruhleben, after 
being deprived of the company of women for 9 months, to show 
whether they wanted women or not. It was an opportunity they 
ought not to miss — to show that they wanted their mothers, 
wives, and sweet-hearts with them here (A Voice: "How many 
sweet-hearts do y o u want? ). Thanks to Mr. Rokers produc- 


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tion of "Don't Laugh ", he had had an opportunity of seeing how 
they enjoyed women's company. Although they were not real 
women they were the best imitation that they could give them 
("Hear, hear')- Surely they must recognise the great part that 
women played in their lives. They nursed us when we were 
sick, comforted us when we were downhearted. No household 
was complete without them. No play could even be a success 
without at least one or a dozen or more representatives of the 
fair sex. He promised them nothing if they returned him to the 
House of Commons ("Oh!'') — but they would get something. 
What that something would be, they must wait and see, as Asquith 
said. They wanted women. They knew they did. It was there- 
fore up to them to return him at the head of the poll, so that 
he might get them the object of their desire (A youth: "Oh, 
Gertie! '). Mr. Castang poured gentle ridicule upon the promises 


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Damn i r 

VOTE Fo* CftTAric, 

of the Liberal and Conservative Candidates, and said: Of what 
value would all those promises be without woman, lovely woman 
'Several voices: "We want women!" Counter-cries of "We want 
beer!"). If he was returned, they would get women, and plenty 
of them; so he urged all the boys to sport violet ribbons, to get 
their friends to do likewise, and to leave the rest to him (Loud 

The three official candidates having been adopted with 
acclamation, the Mayor declared that it was open to the meeting 
to propose an independent candidate, if one were desired. After 
much hesitation a ship s stoker in shirt- sleeves got on to the plat- 
form and proposed Mr. Hendriksen as the candidate of the sailors, 
who represented such a large section of the Borough. Mr. Hen- 




More Hands. Less Work. More Pay. 

Vote for Cohen. 


A iwsf amovs worsrcR 

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This ORR.iei.£ 

dnksen, who was fished out 
of the audience on to the 
stage, blushingly said that be 
would rather not stand, and he 
preferred to give his support 
to Mr. Cohen, whereupon 
a supporter of the Liberal 
Candidate gallantely transferred 
his red rosette to the modest 
sailor. The Mayor renewed 
his invitation for an indepen- 
dent candidate whereupon 
Mr. Eglington proposed Mr. 
Delbosq as a Socialist Candi- 
date. Mr. Delbosq, who is 
much more amusing as a variety- artist than as a political speaker, ar- 
gued that everybody in the Camp should share all he bad — parcels, 
Casino-passes, seventy-two hours, &c. — with everybody else; but this 
programme presented such an unpleasant prospect that when the 
Mayor asked for a show of hands, there was a very small mino- 
rity in favour of Mr. Delbosq's candidature, and consequently 
this fell through. The evening still being young one more speech 
was delivered on behalf of each candidate: by Mr. W. J. Cross- 
land Briggs for Mr. Boss, by 
Mr. A. Dannhorn for Mr. Cohen, 
and by Mr. Pyke (of "Mock 
Trial' fame) for Mr. Castang. 
The last speaker being attacked 
by a fit of nervousness, the 
Mayor generously came to his 
rescue and bade the meeting 
"Good night! " 

The following morning the 
campaign was begun in grim 
seriousness by all three candi- 
dates. Each of the com- 
mittee rooms was the scene of 
feverish activity. The candi- 
dates consulted with their 
agents and their numerous 
ardent supporters. Placards 
and posters were drafted and 
discussed , and artists with 
paint-brushes almost tumbled 
over one another in their 
eagerness to transfer the brilliant 



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If any of you vote for the liberal suffragettes 
Candidate immediate divorce proceedings will be 
instituted. Pocket money stopped. No more parcels 
and you disowned. 











designs or the competing war-cries to paper. There was soon 
a plentiful sprinkling of ribbon all over the Borough: the 
Conservatives having blue, the Liberals red and the Woman 
Suffrage party violet. The Conservatives had stretched a long 
white flag with the motto: "Vote for Boss and Truth, Justice, 
and Honour", right across the lower end of Bond Street, before 
most people had visited the boiler-house to get hot water for 
their breakfast. The Liberals plastered the upper part of the face 
of the boiler-house near Trafalgar Square with the striking in- 
scription: "Vote for Cohen and Compensation", illustrated by a 
portrait of the candidate with his ruddy tie and ruddy rosette; 
whilst suspended in mid-air in front of Barrack 1 1 was a large 
stretch of red bunting bearing the further inscription; "Vote for 
Cohen, the Men's Candidate . The supporters of Mr. Castang 
hit upon the novel idea of having the pretty picture of a girls 
face painted upon a white sheet, which was suspended, with an 
exhortation to vote for Castang, above the middle Grand Stand, 
so that it might be seen by all coming from the Race-course. 
The first party meeting was held on Wednesday morning, 
on the First Grand Stand, by the Liberal candidate. Mr. Scholl 
was in the chair, and the meeting was honoured by the atten- 
dance of Rittmeister von Mutzenbecher. A large concourse had 
been attracted by the sandwich-board notice carried around by 
an enthusiastic darkie, and feeling rose high when the meeting 
began. Strange to say, Mr. Boss and his agent also attended 
this Liberal meeting — a peculiar departure from political pro- 
cedure, yet a tribute to the Liberal candidate. After rousing 
speeches interrupted by Tory cries, had been delivered by- 
Messrs- Russell, Reynolds, Wechsler, and Fraenkel, Mr. Cohen 
•*ose to explain in detail the principal points in his programme. 


He reminded the meeting of the 
English economist who had said 
that if everybody in the British 
Isles did half - an - hour's work a 
day, all the needs of the country 
would be supplied He did not 
agree with that statement: he 
thought that at least 4 hours a 
day were necessary. They would 
then have ample time to indulge 
in mental and physical recreation. 
Mr. Cohen went on to sketch 
- how beer could be brought free 
into every household , whereupon 
- some of the young Tory bloods 
started the melody "There was a 
cow, &c. " 

The most exciting event 
that took place in the course 
of the whole campaign was the open-air meeting on Wednesday 
night. Mr. Boss had advertised that he would speak at half- 
past six in front of his residence, Barrack 2, but as that pitch 
was not very attractive he spoke outside Barrack 12 as long 

a iii iiiiiiiiiiiiimi u- * s a c A itlca r r w u TtiiSZ 

= = him. Mr. Uohen had announced 

= if r = that his meeting would take 

= It you vote tor us = , ,, ,, ,-> , 0l 

= place near the old roni otores 

= at seven o'clock. Fortunately 

= there was no lake there that 

= night, so that over a thousand 

= people, with ribbons of different 

= The Conservatives = colours, assembled on the spot. 

= ,. T ;ll R~„ j 4.L = Mr. A. C. Ford opened the 

= will boss you and the = .■ i i- i , 

== ii n — meenn S °y extending a hearty 

S bullragettes will Poss ^ we lcome to all present, but 

= you will not be 


= th 


= scarcely had he finished his 

= first sentence when the cart with 

= the Liberal Candidate was pro- 

= pelled forward and he and his 

H supporters were taken for an in- 

= voluntary quick ride up Bond 

|= (Street, through Trafalgar Square, 

1 They have GEESE, 1 and back to the bi § s P aoe bet " 

= i /-.a xt^ a S ween Barracks 2 and 12. Here 

= but no propaGANDA = ,i t, • A . ■ ^ 1 1 j 

= - = the chariot was at last allowed 

nillllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliH to rest; again the crowd, which 



had meanwhile increased, closed round ; and Mr. Ford resumed 
his interrupted speech. He was followed by Mr. Leigh Henry, 
who delivered convincing arguments why the electors should 
vote for Mr. Cohen. Mr. Reynolds informed the assembly 
that Mr. Cohen, if elected, would reduce the hour to twenty 
minutes, a reform that should appeal particularly to those 
afflicted with seventy-two hours. 

And then, amid the swelling excitement, Mr. Cohen stepped 
forward to speak, and drew , a glowing picture of the 
Borough as it would be after he had remodelled it. 
His electric railway would be much superior to that of 
Mr. Boss, as everybody would be provided with upholstered 
arm-chairs and be given the latest latest number of the 'Times" 
and a drink free. The incredulous crowd began singing 
"There was a cow," &c, to which Mr. Cohen beat time 
He then thanked the choristers for their musical ovation. 

Meanwhile Mr. Boss had also had an uncomfortable 
quarter-of-an-hour, as he and his supporters, after be'ng pelted 
with paper and dust were rushed off the barrels upon which they 
had taken up their position, and from which they intended ad- 
dressing the crowd. Mr. Castang was also brought 
by his supporters into the seething throng and likewise given 
a ride, which almost made him regret having consented to 
stand as a candidate, for hostile hands pulled at each leg 
of his trousers in an opposite direction. Fortunately no bones 
were broken ; no eyes were bruised ; and each of the candidates 
got home safely. 


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On Thursday evening a novel procession started out from 
the Liberal Committee Room. It was led by the agent, Mr. 
Dannhorn, who through a megaphone, called upon the inhabitants 
to roll up in their thousands to the Liberal meeting. Then came 
a musician playing upon a trombone "See the conquering hero 
comes ", and next came the Liberal candidate seated in his 
palanquin (which ordinarily did duty as a Barrack bread-box), 
which was borne by four stalwart supporters. Behind trooped 
the faithful followers of the Liberal cause, who formed quite 
a host by the time the procession reached the Grand Stand 
and Mr. Cohen stepped out of his novel vehicle. 

Mr. Ford again took the chair, and scarcely had be opened 
the proceedings when Mr. Boss, attended by his faithful sa- 
tellites, appeared upon the scene. Mr. Rutland paid a tribute 
to Mr. Cohen's Liberal principles, and was followed by Mr. 
Rushworth, who grew eloquent on the subject of free beer 
on tap at the table. The latter speaker also warned the electors 
against voting for the introduction of women, which might 
cause them embarrassment (Cheers). 








is climbing up the same tree as the cow. 

He can't get down for splinters! 









Mr. Cohen stated that as^ he had expressed scepticism 
about Mr. Boss's estate in Surrey, the Tory Candidat2 had 
promised — or threatened ? — that he would ship over the 
whole of his estate to this Borough ("Hear, hear" from Con- 
servatives). Now they knew very well the size of the largest 
consignment that could come from England : it was no bigger 
than an average parcel handed out round the corner. What 
would the supporters of Mr. Boss think, if, instead of a cow 
and fruit-trees, they were simply given a small share of a box 
of broken biscuits? (Laughter). 

After the Liberal Candidate had retired, Mr. Boss began 
to address the meeting, but allowed some of the unruly spirits 
to let off steam before saying anything serious. He informed 
the gathering that his ancestors had come over with William 
the Conqueror, and had lent the Government 14/9 in money of 
those days. The debt was not repaid for several hundred years, 
and the compound interest, amounting to 4 millions sterling, 
had been paid to his father. The latter had spent 2 millions 
and left him the other 2 mil- 
lions, which he had placed at 
the disposal of the Govern- 
ment C There was a Cow", &c., 
with full musical honours). He 
assured them that champagne 
would cost only 9V2 d a bottle, 
less 45°/o discount. Orders for 
the canteen would be collected 
and delivered daily. He pre- 
sented the lake to Mr. Cohen 
to enable him to water his b;er. 
He promised to give them all 
£ 5 a week until they receiv- 
ed: their money fromi the 
Government ("We want some- 
thing down!"). As for the elec- 
tric railway he promised them, 
his friend, Lord Rothschild, 
would turn the first sod (Cries 
of When?"). To, his Irish sup- 
porters he would give a House 
of Parliament in Dublin. He 
had already given them eve- 
rything in the shape of bedd- 
ing, and if they stopped long 
enough, they would get enough 
feathers from his geese to fill 

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As 1 says to T^^T^urphyjSaysL^youGvkc rriy tip arid 
steer clear of tkat /T Castanc} , I says , 1 knoura'too much 
fcbout him, says I, yoxx V®^H, tor G0WE&L 

thern. That this Borough was really a delightful habitation 
was proved by the fact that the emigration from it was prac- 
tically nil. They really couldn't do better than throw in their 
lot with him and the cause of true Toryism (Cheers and booing). 
The Woman Suffrage Candidate then advanced with his 
party, and was greeted with mingled cheers and laughter. After 
the noise had subsided Mr. Stafford addressed the meeting 
and called upon all — young and old — to vote for Castang 
and the girls. He said that Mr. Castang had ordered 4000 tins 
of canned girls to be brought into the camp (A Voice : "We 
want real girls !", and as the meeting felt in a musical mood 

^ To all Engineers 


Can your machinery work 
without a 

» BOSS? 

)> No! 


No more can the Borough 
of Ruhleben 

. Vote for BOSS! 


\\ It's a long way to Tipperary [j 
and that's not where 


& is going, but he is going to the fej 
;; House of Commons, 

j! They must have someone to \\ 
i! clean the windows! 

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the favourite chorus from "Don't Laugh", "Girls, girls, girls", 
was sung together but hardly in unison. 

Amid vociferous cheers Mr. Castang delivered the follow- 
ing oration: "Would'nt you like to have girls, boys?" Cries 
of "Yes!" and "We want beer!") "Would'nt you like to have 
fun, boys?" (Cries of "Yes!") "Well, then, boys, I'm going 
to give you girls and give you fun — hundred of girls and 
buckets of fun!" (Cries of "Hear, hear!" and "Rot.!") 
"That's my ticket, boys, — girls ! — and plenty of 'em. Just 
you stick to me and you'll be allright. Three cheers for the 
girls, boys, and bless their little hearts. Hooray, hooray, hooray !" 

The subsequent course of the campaign was not quite as 
exciting as the earlier stage. The military authorities had ex- 
pressed a desire that the demonstrations and noise should cease, 
but this desire, interpreted in Captains' language, was that 
meetings should cease, and so no further meeting was held 
until the following Tuesday night, when the result of the poll 
was declared in the Town Hall. The interval, however, was 
v^ery busily employed by the can- 
didates and the agents in appe- 
aling to the electorate by me:.n: 
of posters and placards. The 
walls of the big boiler-house and 
the wall of Barrack 12 were 
converted into a most amusing 
picture gallery, in front of which 
the whole Borough stood and 
laughed from morn till night. 
Not even on Sunday or Bank 
Holiday did the Parliamentary 
aspirants cease from their la- 
bours, whilst on the Fair Ground, 
on Bank Holiday, their disto t- 
ed features were exposed to 
three shies a penny. 

The polling took place on 
Tuesday, August 3rd, from 9 

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in the morning, in the Town 
Hall. The Barrack postmen 
kindly acted as polling officers, 
and biscuit-boxes with a slit in 
the top served as ballot-boxes. 
The police were also present, 
in case of disorderliness ; but 
nothing more serious happened 
than the attempt of one or two 
men to record a second vote — 
an offence that was punished 
with ignominious expulsion. * At 
7 o'clock the polling-booth was 
closed, and the polling-officers, 
with the biscuit-boxes in their 
hands, headed by the Returning- 
Officer and guarded by the po- 
lice, marched to the "Corner 
House" behind Barrack 7, where 
the counting took place. 

A large and enthusiastic 
crowd again filled the Town Hall 
in the evening, to hear the result 

If y ou dlont elect me , 
I shan't sinq . 

of the poll. The Mayor, acting 
as Returning-Officer, announced 
the figures as follows: — 
Reuben Castang . . 1220 
Israel Cohen .... 924 
Alexander Boss . . . 471 
There were, besides, 74 
spoiled pape;s, so that in all 2689 
electors, nearly two thirds of the 
Borough, had votsd. The Mayor 
expressed his satisfaction at the 
deligtful week they had all spent 
and offered his congratulations to 
the duly elected M. P. for Ruh- 
leben. The three candidates in mov- 
ing a vote of thanks to the 
Mayor, expressed their gratitude 
to their numerous supporters and 
expecially to the poster-artists. 

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Agent: W. J. Crossland Briggs 

H. E. Hyde 
A. M. Locke Betts 

G. J. Ball 

A. J. Keeping 
T. E. Sullivan 

B. Tapp 


Candidate: ISRAEL COHEN 

Agent: Albert Dannhorn 

A. C. Ford 
F. C Reynolds 
A. Leigh Henry 

G. C. Scholl 
R. Cusden 
A E. Cusden 

1. Gourvitch \ 


Candidate: REUBEN CAST AN G 

C. J. Pearce 
P. Maurice 
H. Stafford 
Barney Griffin 

A. Underwood 
A. Nelson 
A. Welland 

J. S. PREUSS, Printer by Appointment to the Ro\al Court, Berlin S., Dresdenerstr. 43. 



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